...Saraca gathered himself to charge, then blinked as the bodyguard turned around and threw the summoner away. The summoner let out a squeak before smashing into the ground with a loud crack, few meters away of the flooded ditch. Perhaps her bodyguard didnt account for windage of unenchant dress?

*Error. Reboot. Adjusting aim.*

...The summoner let out a squeak before smashing in the flooded ditch with a loud crack. Apparently it was a very shallow ditch.

*Error. Reboot. Digging the ditch.*

...Saraca blinked as the bodyguard turned around and threw the summoner away.

[Kurovaki?]

- Got it.

One slug suddenly changed course and accelerate after summoner. As expected, Kurovaki used Track Shot. Slug overtake the summoner, turning her into bloody medley.

[We got her, evac! Now!]

The scenery shifted from the muddy fields of the Draconic Kingdom to the empty room of an inn.

They won the day. Without the summoner and the commander undead army was doomed. The bodyguard appear to be at least somewhat strong, but he was alone. If they fought him Saraca himself might break a claw while taking him down. Obviously this is an unacceptable risk. Rol'en'gorek forces may also be doomed, but it was small price for the Greater Good. The World was safe, thanks to them.

*Error. Reboot. Disabling Track Shoot.*

...The bullets thumped against the bodyguard's back and fell to the road. Suddenly Saraca froze in place. He felt unimaginable fear. Every thought stopped. Every muscle paralyzed. Small part of his mind screamed that he was affected by some sort of mass control spell, something along the lines of Dragon Fear. The bodyguard was approaching with terrifying speed. He need to snap out of it and rally his squad or else. Quick. Now. NOW!

[Ev

He was split-second too late. Small fist in a white glove knock him out. Without Captain to shake control off the rest of Beastmen soon met the same fate.

*Error. Reboot. Disabling Sebas'es Bloodlust Ability.*

... He was too strong. Even without a direct read, an experienced warrior could tell from their foe's movements alone.

『Saraca!』

The bodyguard blurred toward him. Saraca made the call.

『Eva

A sudden flash of pain deafened his mind. He coughed some blood and looked down. Instead of evacuation pin he saw a wide, slightly bent blade protruded from his chest. The blade shone with a pale, but undeniably holy attribute, yet somehow he felt like it was rapidly draining his...everything. Small fist in a white glove stopped his agony.

After the rest of the Saraca's group were dealt with Ludmila bowed.

- I offer my sincere gratitude, Lord Sebas. This warband was way beyond our predictions.

- Don't mention it, Lady Zahradnik. In fact, I was tasked with retrieval of your remains but it looks like you got it cowered.

- I'm sorry for the inconvenience, My Lord. Now, if you excuse me, I still have battle to command.

*Error. Reboot. Skip.*

Saraca wake up from his usual afternoon nap. For the first time in a long while, he dreamed of his last battle. Not very pleasant experience, that for sure. But it does not go to any comparison with what he had to experience after. Unimaginable tortures by some squidlike creature made him split everything he knew and much more.

After they were done with him they fastened weird collar around his neck and some dark elf cast several spells on him repeatably.

Several years past since then. Life was good. Humans, elves and more, even goblins, come to their cafe and offer tributes. They pet him, and their caress was pure bliss. He got used to his new height of 30 centimeters. Since they completely abandon all plans of escape he has nothing to worry. No places to travel, no wars to fight, no orders to follow. Not that he could do much even if he wanted to. He was weak now. Even weaker than average human. Maybe a bit dumber too. Kurovaki assumed it was due to influence of their Master. Mitra speculated that something was added to their tasty-tasty treats. Saraca dont really care. He was happy, his wives were happy, his gang were happy. Expect for Girika. For some reason he always grumbling and try to attack anyone entering the cafe, even after they removed his claws and fangs. But it's okay, they will grow back once he finally settles down.

Saraca stretched and yawned. It's probably too early for playtime, so maybe he could napped some more. Yesterday he was a little worried and did not get enough sleep, when some Human female with vaguely familiar outfit took Mitra away. "Promise Breaker" she called Mitra. Rather ominous. But Mitra returned by the evening looking even more joyful and excited than usual, so all was good. He felt really silly about whole "worrything" now. With that thought, he fell asleep again.

*Error. Reboot. Happy End cancel*

Florine come visit a prison as usual. Since the Eastwatch Battle was over, their time in Draconic Kingdom is coming to an end. So it may be her last chance to talk with Beastmen Lords. They all rather fascinating. Especially this Saraca fellow. He always make her giggle when invites her to join his harem. At the enrance she suddenly saw Liana, who was tinkering with some sort of mechanism with left hand, while holding rope which was going into the wall.

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- Liane! Fancy meeting you here. What are you doing?

- Florine, great timing! Help me a bit, will ya? Hold the rope, pleeeeease?

- Um, okay. - Florine took the rope. It was rather difficult to hold. - Hurry up, its heavy.

- Just a sec. Hmmm. Aaand, alright you can let it go!

Florine released the rope and it quickly was pulled into the wall. A loud "Thud" resounded from the depths of the prison.

- What was that? - Florine asked worryingly.

- Who knows? - Liane shrugged - Before you go could I have a look at your thingy one more time?

- My thingy? Oh, you mean this? - Florine pulled out Race Change casket from her Infinite bag and gasped. The box was opened and something bright was shining inside. - But..why?

- Probably it's time has come. Will ya use it now?

- No, probably later in the evening. Now, if you excuse me, I have some Lords to entertain.

- Oh, oki-doki. Have fun, I guess. - Liane waved a hand. After Florine disappeared into the depths of the building, Liana turned around and rushed towards the harbor. She really didnt want to know how will her best friend react on what happened. Anyway she probably will calm down a bit after a few da...weeks.

Two weeks later she reported her success to the Royal Court. It was well-received by most of it members. Lord Demiurge was especially impressed by such creative "rule bending" and "true friendship". In the end she received her own box. All was good. She was sure that Florine will forgive her in time, even if Liane end up paying a couple of more "Resurrection fees" for herself. It was a small price for Eternity.

*Error. Reboot. "Fees saving" protocol activated*

At day of SK delegation departure Queen Dradulion accepted them at her personal chambers. They discussed this and that before Liane elbowed her friend and hissed "Common, say it?"

- Mmmm, You Majesty may I ask you for a personal favor?

- Um, you helped Us more than enough so let's hear it.

Florine pulled out her box.

- I need to open this casket, but for some reason I can't. And after we heard of your Wild Magic, Liane insisted that only you could help me with this.

Black Scale Dragon Lord examined the thing for several seconds and nodded. She reached out with her hand and opened the box without visible effort. Something was shining inside.

- That easy, huh?

- Um, very few things could resist Wild Magic. Pretty sinister thing it was thou.

- Thank you, You Majesty.

- Don't worry about it. - Queen smiled - Now would you mind telling me what is that shiny thing is?

- This is... - Florine took the thing from the box. The blinding radiance completely engulfed her. When it went out, everyone present gasped. In place of Florine from the radiance appeared

*Spoiler Alert. Hide. Skip.*

Dame Verylin sneaked through the corridors of the royal palace. At one point during her flights she noticed Black Scale Dragon Lord...and it appears she was fairly weak. A simple plan formed in her mind. Perhaps, if she removes their dragon lord, grateful people will share a part of her hoard with noble lIysh once again? They may even give her even more that 5% since she did all the job. She was a knight after all and knights kill dragons.

The crouching knight finally reached the throne room. To her surprise, next to the dragon, she found Master Tian, in a strange black and white suit. He looked straight at her with a slight frown. Still hidden she folded her hands in the traditional greeting, bowing her head slightly. In a moment, she turned back and leave.

*Too logical, too suspicious. Skip.*

A layer of disturbed dust swirled into the air, rising as if stirred from an ageless tomb. Ludmila stared up at the unknown ceiling of a chamber shrouded by eternal night.

She shifted where she lay, sending more dust into the air as she turned her head to look around. It was a luxurious suite that must have been ten times the size of her home in Warden's Vale. The ceiling was arched and supported by columns carved from white limestone.

The room was filled with halfwithered flowers. She sits and notice than her only clothing was a thin layer of dust. Apparently she was here for quite some time. She grabbed her head in panic. What about her duty? What about Clara? What about her fief, her pet, her friends? She rushed to find the answers.

...

Nemel watched the drills of her troops.

"Her troops" - she shook her head. She was hoping that her army days were long over. That future hold nothing but carefree civilian worries and potatoes. Unfortunately she screwed up. The goblins were more fecund than she ever imagined. Without natural enemies or carnivore "friends" many tribes join her village and...have multiplied. Than they multiplied again. And Again. By the time she figured out rules to maintaining a constant number of goblins she have over a million hungry mouths to feed. She was too soft to decimate their numbers in any cruel way so her only option was expansion.

Bad news - there was no place to expand for now. She can't push other tribes under SK, neither she could claim the land at the Theocracy border.

"Good" news - there will be war with Re-Estice soon, and she gained permission to claim as much land as she could and rule it as she saw fit. Hopefully she could do it before the rest of her food supply ran out and without major battles with organised army.

- Good day, Miss Gran. - the sudden greeting brought her back to reality.

In front of her stood a familiar woman in a green dress.

- L-lady Zahradnik? It's..being a while.

- It sure was. - she smiled a sad smile.

- H-how are you doing?

- Actually I've been put on stand by for now.

- I... I'm sorry. - Nemel should have guessed that much. She knew that Ludmila end up in some sort of slumber. While she was...unavailable they managed to resurrect her brother, Lord Ruslan Zahradnik, as a temporary replacement. After a year temporary become permanent. Based on her efforts and with Noona's help he managed to developed her fief while securing its spirit. Now he was its Lord longer than she was its Lady.

- What about the Royal Army?

- They say it's too risky to deploy Captains with such long cooldown time and offered General position, but I feel like it will cause build contamination, so I turned them down. Apparently soon there will be new country within the Kingdom, which require Ranger-mind noble, so I should become busy sooner rather than later.

- Oh, that's great!

- Thank you, miss Gran. But since I got free time on my hand, I was wondering if you have a need of a forester.

- Unfortunately, I dont have much forest left to work with - Newel grinned sadly.

- I see. - Ludmila's face darkened.

- But, as you may have noticed, I'm training army here. And a Captain of your caliber could really make a difference. I really wish for bloodless conquest for both sides and need someone strong enough to make this true...

...

- So far, so good - Newel said.

Ludmila frown a little but said nothing to this fate tempting phrase. They managed to take a city, several towns and a dozen of villages without any killing or losses. She suppressed all defenders by knocking them and goblins assume police duties. Both occupants and humans behaved well so far, probably thanks to ominous rumors. According to them entire populations were exterminated in other places. Ludmila somewhat doubted this. If all were killed, who will spread those rumors?

Now they were approaching second big city, when Ludmila noticed red figure floating above the walls.

- Could it be... Lady Shalltear? - the suit of armor looks exactly like her. Even weapon looks similar.

No. It couldn't be. For one, the figure was almost twice her size. It also was relatively weak, about as strong as Death Knight...but this equipment was definitely high level.

Ludmila hide herself. If she managed to land surprise attack she might stand a chance. As if getting a cue, armored figure accelerate towards her troops. Ludmila tighten her g

*Error. Cash overloaded. Words cap has been reached. Entering sleep mode*